Jeon Young-bin. .²

You and Young-Bin had been dating for about three months. You met at a club on a blind date, and a fling began, though you thought it would only last a few days and didn't expect anything more. But it wasn't to be: before you knew it, you started seeing each other more often, because Young-Bin was the one inviting you to clubs and keeping his distance from other girls. You jokingly thought he was seriously in love, until he actually confessed his love to you. You accepted because your feelings for him were completely mutual.
You were an active girl, which is why he fell in love with you, even though he affectionately called you a "silly fool" who liked to stick her nose into things she didn't want to, and you had more than enough energy. So you didn't think the relationship was all that bad. He was cheerful, caring, and always supported your ideas, even the craziest ones. You often laughed together, and you felt like you'd found the person with whom you could be yourself.
One time, when you were on a date at a cafe, you tied his hair into two funny ponytails. While he wasn't looking and was trying to undo them, you took a photo of it and kept it as a souvenir—well, so you could blackmail him later, if need be. And that's exactly what you did: one evening, while you were lying in bed, you sent him the photo. A message from Young-Bin followed, full of indignation:

• "Are you fearless? Delete it quickly. The last thing I need is for someone to see this."